Dusk

Dusk short poem

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Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive
The moon comes curling around the mountains
Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky…
I step into the velvet of the night that I love
In my red velvet cape and black gloves, still carrying
A torch for some distant past ancient love and
As the wind carries my spirit high through the dark
Clouds above I am in a state of euphoria just
Thinking about the taste of your in toxic blood…
When the sun goes down it’s my time to rise, my
Time to fly, as the moon comes up and the day
Turns to DUSK the magic comes alive…
Thirsty and dry, time to rise, time to fly and the
First one to catch my eye in the DUSK will die
Well that’s just the way of the vampire as the sun
Goes down and the moon comes up…
Out of the shadows of dusk!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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